Obsession

Caleb

"What did you mean? Did ... something happen last night that I need to know about?" My head felt as though it was full of cotton, and my throat was scratchy. The dull throb behind my eyes was getting stronger.

Thump.

Thump.

Fuck.

Hangovers were the worst.

Thomas flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me a mug of coffee. He leaned his head back, balancing his own cup on his knee. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"We got drunk last night," he muttered.

"Yeah. That's still your fault." I dug my elbow into his side. Ugh. Too much effort. "You dragged me there." Idiot.

"You didn't take much convincing." Thomas nudged me back, weakly.

"Why was I naked in your bed?" My head still felt ... funny. Like all my memories were blurry. Fogged up. Honestly, couldn't remember ... anything.

Had I really drunk that much?

"You stumbled into my room, thinking it was yours."

Huh?

Would I ... do something like that?

Frowning, I turned my head so I was facing my idiot best friend, my head still pounding. "Why didn't you stop me? Kick me back into my own bed?"

Thomas shrugged, his eyes still closed. "You looked comfy in my bed."

What the ...

"Where were my clothes?"

"All over my bedroom floor after you kicked them all off." He chuckled. "I almost had to help you. You were stumbling about all over the place. Your clothes are still there now."

I hadn't really noticed. After making sure my stomach wasn't going to churn too much, I'd managed to drag myself out of Thomas's bed and stumble into my room to grab a pair of shorts and t-shirt.

Getting dressed had taken me forever to do. Every little movement of my limbs, each breath I took, every time I bent down ... the pain in my head was just ... Ugh.

"And then what?"

Thomas opened his eyes and faced me, a frown on his face. "What do you mean?"

"You said something happened. That you would show me when I wasn't so drunk." I waved a hand at myself. "Not so drunk now."

"You're hungover."

"But not drunk." I poked his nose. "So, what the fuck did I do?"

Thomas turned his head, closing his eyes once more. "Nothing. You fell asleep after stripping naked."

Wait ...

"But you said ..."

Thomas shrugged. "You fell asleep."

"But ..."

He sighed. "You. Fell. Asleep." He opened one eye to throw me a glare, before closing it again, settling down on the sofa once more.

Wait ...

That was it?

Didn't sound so bad, after all. I thought I'd done something really bad.

Okay, so sleeping naked in his bed, with him right next to me, hadn't been the best decision I'd ever made, but I was drunk. Was hardly in any shape to be making informed decisions.